At the same time,
First Grade, Class Two.
After everyone finished lunch, they returned to the classroom, chatting about their own topics or lying on their desks to sleep.
The noisy sounds, the clamorous noises, were incessant.
However, the next second, the entire class suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were focused on a figure at the door.
Some swallowed their saliva, others widened their eyes, and some rubbed their eyes, as if afraid of seeing wrongly.
A girl in a school uniform stood at the classroom door, her face cold, her demeanor elegant, exuding a strong icy aura. Even some timid girls dared not look her in the eyes and lowered their heads.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire classroom had lost its color.
The girl at the door was walking into the classroom, her steps light but exceptionally clear.
At this moment, everyone became solemn and respectful, not daring to breathe heavily.
This atmosphere lasted for a while, and suddenly, the class monitor, biting the bullet, stood up from the front row. She looked nervously at the girl, her fists clenched, her palms sweaty.
"Ji... Senior, hello!"
The monitor stammered, "Is there something you need?"
Ji Qingyi's gaze fell on the monitor, cold and filled with scrutiny.
"Ji... Senior, do you... not recognize me anymore?"
The monitor's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Ji Qingyi did not answer her question but instead turned her head to scan the classroom, then looked back at the monitor.
Seeing Ji Qingyi's gaze, the monitor's head drooped lower, almost burying itself in her chest.
"Su Cheng."
Ji Qingyi spoke, her tone flat, without a ripple.
"He... hasn't... come back yet."
The monitor cautiously lifted her head to glance at Ji Qingyi, then lowered it again, whispering.
"His seat."
Ji Qingyi spoke again.
"Oh, oh, that's his seat."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's words, the monitor immediately pointed to an empty desk beside her.
Then, Ji Qingyi walked over to the seat and sat down.
The monitor glanced at Ji Qingyi's back and then let out a sigh of relief.
After sitting down, Ji Qingyi began to flip through the folder in her hand. Seeing this, the monitor quickly sat back in her seat, even more upright and disciplined than during class.
Not just her, but everyone in the class was now sitting straight, feeling like they were on pins and needles.
Ji Qingyi sat in her seat, flipping through the pages of the folder in her hand, her gaze calm and unwavering, her face showing no joy or anger.
At this moment, someone in the class finally couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere. A boy sitting near the door quietly left his seat and ran out of the classroom.
But just as he stepped out, he collided with a tall figure and hurriedly looked up, only to find a Disciplinary Committee Member. He quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, senior."
"It's fine, is Su Cheng in this class?"
Hoshino Yikui glanced into the classroom and noticed the eerie silence, feeling something was off.
Is the discipline in the first grade really this strict?
It's lunch break, yet not a single person is talking, and there's not a sound. Everyone is sitting straight, as if class had already started.
"Yes."
The boy nodded in response.
"Where is Su Cheng's seat?"
Hoshino Yikui looked around the classroom and saw everyone in their seats, so he directly asked.
"Fourth row, second to last!"
The boy replied without hesitation.
"Fourth row?"
Hearing the boy's words, Hoshino Yikui looked over and smirked disdainfully.
Everyone else is sitting straight, but Su Cheng is sitting there with his head down, looking unruly. It seems he needs a lesson from me, the righteous Disciplinary Committee Member.
Today is his duty day, so he decided to keep an eye on Su Cheng all day.
He'll wait for him to break the rules.
Violating school rules is a serious offense, even he wouldn't dare to break them.
So he could only give Su Cheng a little lesson by following the normal inspection procedures.
Thinking this, Hoshino Yikui strode into the classroom with anger, about to stop at the second to last seat. The students in the classroom noticed him and, seeing a Disciplinary Committee Member, they all showed strange expressions.
"You..."
As Hoshino Yikui approached, he realized it was a female's back and hesitated, swallowing the words he was about to say.
At this moment, Ji Qingyi slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes like looking at a dead person.
Recognizing her face, Hoshino Yikui froze, his expression stiff, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
Just that one glance made Hoshino Yikui feel all his nightmares from childhood were awakened, the memories flooding back.
"Senior Ji, I'm on patrol, didn't expect to see you here!"
He suddenly snapped back to reality and bowed, trying to remain composed.
"I see."
Ji Qingyi said four words.
With those four words, she lowered her head again to read the documents, as if she hadn't even glanced at Hoshino Yikui, as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, you carry on."
Hearing Ji Qingyi's voice, Hoshino Yikui let out a sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave without looking back.
Once outside the classroom, his heart was still pounding, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
No wonder it was so quiet...
And why is she sitting in Su Cheng's seat?
Could it be that they know each other!?
Realizing this, he found himself drenched in sweat, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead before turning to leave towards the stairs.
"Looks like I can't get revenge for my sister..."
Don't blame him for being so afraid, because the consequences of offending Ji Qingyi are worse than death.
Ji Qingyi's family's group revenue accounts for about 40% of Flame Country's GDP, almost controlling half of the economy, and basically controlling all industries. It's not an exaggeration to call it the heart of the country.
If they make a slight move, Flame Country could experience an earthquake.
He clearly remembers that in the first grade, Ji Qingyi hid her identity at school.
She even didn't use the surname Ji, but Liu.
There was a female classmate who didn't like Ji Qingyi's behavior at school and bullied her, using all kinds of foul language against her.
This incident reached Ji Qingyi's family, and as a beloved daughter, her family immediately took action, using thunderous means.
Before the girl's family could react, their entire family business began to crumble, and her direct relatives were all imprisoned.
But only the girl was left unscathed, with no school willing to accept her, no company willing to hire her, not even part-time jobs. She could only set up a stall on the street, selling things to make a living.
From a noble family to a forever fallen commoner, such a gap is unbearable, let alone the guilt of causing the downfall of her entire family. It would be better to kill her outright.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
